The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 603

Her ideal target was someone like Hawthorne or at the very least, someone in the league of Layne Everhart.

Both men came from old families, carrying an effortless sense of refinement that came from generations of privilege and legacy. That kind of innate nobility simply couldn't be matched by the nouveau riche or the kids of families who'd only struck it rich a few generations back.

So after a round of polite conversation, Leonie's impression of Ethan was lukewarm at best. There was nothing about him that stood out.

Gwyneth made casual small talk, but she couldn't quite figure out what was on Leonie's mind.

Leonie abruptly cut off Ethan's easygoing chatter. “Cousin, can you come to the restroom with me?"

Gwyneth immediately got the hint. She stood up, offered Ethan a quick apology, and he caught on, giving them a gracious smile as they left.

Once they turned the corner, Leonie led Gwyneth straight to the restaurant's entrance and shook her head.

"So, he's not your type?"

That gesture said it all.

"Too

"Got it. I'll go

"Thanks."

wait here for you, so we can leave together-less awkward that

could only sigh. Apparently, sparing herself the awkwardness by making Gwyneth do

feelings for Ethan Sutherland,

she'd never play the bad guy for her

down in her head. Once she got to

she fiddled with her fingers-until she suddenly spotted someone heading toward a booth

looked oddly familiar. Leonie squinted, and her heart nearly

Uncle Hawthorne?

he supposed to be in Echo City

absolutely sure she hadn't made a mistake. Panic rising, she realized she needed to get back to Gwyneth if Uncle Hawthorne caught her playing matchmaker for his wife, she'd be in serious

of all, she didn't have her phone- and hadn't memorized Gwyneth's

in a cold sweat, frozen at the restaurant's entrance, too afraid

landed on a giant mascot handing out flyers outside the door.

into the restaurant. It was still early, so the place wasn't crowded, and no orie paid